Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belgium and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Talk Talk to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Scan 7,
The Red Krayola,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat,
The Young Rascals,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visage,
Ken Boothe,
The Stooges,
Matthew Halsall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Victims,
Brick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
DNA,
Outsiders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crooked Eye,
The Busters,
The Residents,
John Foxx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sound Behaviour,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Christie,
Skaos,
Fad Gadget,
Infiniti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Circle Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
Das Ding,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arcadia,
Deadbeat,
Bob Dylan,
The Saints,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
FM Einheit,
The American Breed,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monks,
Accadde A,
The Dead C,
Beasts of Bourbon,
One Last Wish,
Organ,
Second Layer,
Maurizio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grey Daturas,
The Blues Magoos,
Marshall Jefferson,
Groovy Waters,
Aloha Tigers,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.